The CraZee Life (Lesbian)

Chapter 4

"I'ma just head on home, then." I said, standing up. I had been over Priest's house for about three hours. "Money is calling." Priest shakes her head. "Alright. Be careful. We wanna be done with this stuff sometime soon, right?" she asked, making sure I heard her. "Hey, you heard what I said. If you stop, I will, too." She smiled brightly. "I am so excited about this. Thank you, Zee. Thank you. It'll be a challenge, but God is with us."

I tried not to roll my eyes. "Yeah, I guess so. Call me if you need me, okay?" She nods, and I walk out of the house. My Lexus still sat in the driveway of Priest's big ass townhouse. I didn't really understand why she had that house if she was the only one who lived there. She could barely stand the fact that she liked girls, so she wouldn't ever live with one. So, who the hell was occupying all that space?

As I contemplated this, I opened up my car door and re-read my text from my new client, Baxter. He told me to meet him at a parking lot at Eckerds, a pharmacy only a couple blocks from Priest's house. When I get there, I notice a black SUV. I pull up next to it, and look through my drivers' window to see a skinny light skinned dude with fierce eyebrows. I quickly raised my eyebrows. He wants me to take someone out? I double checked. "Hey, are you Baxter?" I asked, through the window. "I am, if you're Ash." he said, in a high pitched voice. "That's me."

"Great," he said, and unlocked his car door.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Basically, there's this dude at my job who is threatening me. He's always talking shit in my ear, so I figured, it's time he stopped."

"Wait, why don't you just fight him?"

"Girl, are you kidding? I'm too pretty for all that. All I do is go to work to make money, not hear slurs. I'm tired of it. I need him gone."

"Are you serious?"

"Hey, do you wanna get paid, or not?" he asked. I adjusted my shades in lieu of a response.

"Okay, now... his name is Jermaine Collins. He's tall, like 6'4. Fine, chocolate brother. You know, we had a fling back in '08, and then he left me for this one bitch. Ever since then, he's been harassing me in public. He refuses to acknowledge our relationship. But that's okay," Baxter said, grinning widely. "'Cause we gon' get his ass. And if he's with that girl of his, she could get these bullets, too."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. I don't have a problem with an extra body, but you know I gotta charge you extra."

"Oh we good, girl. You see my make-up? I have a makeup page. Check out my instagram, @_baxtermua. I'm a local makeup artist. I got plenty bands. All the girls in the area come to me. Matter of fact, I got a wedding next week. You don't worry about the money, okay? I got you."

"You know, Baxter, you're crazy. I like you." I said, cracking up.

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, Ash. Actually, I wanna help you."

"Well, I have perfected my craft, and I can't really risk anyone fuckin' it up."

"No, not with that. I can give you some fierce ass brows, girl. I could do it, free of charge."

I trace my brows with my fingers. And then I furrowed them... he could see 'em? "Wait... how did you-"
"I'm a makeup artist, we see shit like that from a mile away."
"First of all, rude." I say, jokingly. "Second off, no thank you. My girl would leave my ass if my eyebrows are better than hers, so..."
We both chuckled.

"Well, yeah. You can get him on Tuesday. He and his girl both work at the same job, Wendy's. Get him while he's there, so nobody thinks I had anything to do with it. I would let you get him on my off day at Home Depot, but then again, I want absolutely no association with him or his murder, okay?"